A VERY late Wednesday entry, just for those of you who, like me, are sticklers for schedules and were unsettled by my erratic updating the last couple of days. For those who asked, things will indeed remain business as usual here on the blog, I’m not switching it somewhere else, and sorry for the confusion.

I swear, we’re like an old married couple, so set in our ways. Oh, wait, that might be creepy. Moving on!

Last night, I finally got around to watching Slumdog Millionaire. I know, I know, I’m so late it’s ridiculous. But at least I got to it, right? I thought it was cute but not overwhelmingly amazing, which honestly I sort of expected after all the hype, though that was not the film’s fault. I think if I’d gone in with NO expectation, it would have blown me away. But after all the buzz, the magazine covers, the Oscars….there was just no way it could live up to it all. I think maybe I’ll watch it again in a year, and probably love it then. Either that, or I have to stop reading things about stuff I haven’t seen. Which would pretty much mean not reading ANYTHING about pop culture, as the last movie I saw in the theatre was….Sex in the City?Oh, God, that’s just pathetic.

At least I’m up on my TV, or close to it. Friday Night Lights ended its season on NBC last week, and as usual they left me just wanting more, more, more. But they’ve set it up to be a REALLY interesting season next year, and knowing that there is one more guaranteed after that…well, it’s just priceless. Now I just have to wait, though. Guess I’ll be busting my season one DVD if I need a little Riggins fix. Don’t we all?

Finally, I’ve written here before about how I am trying to Stress Less and Enjoy More. I’ve been working on my downward dog and child’s pose, taking my vitamins, and trying not to let random emails send me in a downward spiral. It is work, but worth it. This week, though, I did something I should have done a LONG time ago: I got back on my treadmill. We’re old friends, the two of us. Used to spend time together at least three times a week. But then the baby came, and I got so busy, and….well, there’s really no excuse, it just happened. On Monday, though, I forced myself back on. For the first half mile, I was dragging. Then, though, I felt a change. Something lifting, easing. By the end of two miles I felt great. Now, I just have to REMEMBER that feeling when I have a million other things to do and think I don’t have the time. That’s the tricky part.

Okay, babysitter’s leaving, time to clock out. Have a good night, everyone!


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